... The Ordinary Is Simply The Universal

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.

There Is No Support So Strong As The Strength That Enables One To Stand Alone.

Like All Born Politicians, Their Eye Was For The Main Chance Rather Than For The Argument, And They Found It Easier To Forswear A Conviction Than To Forego A Comfort.

There Is No State Of Satisfaction, Because To Himself No Man Is A Success.